Starry Eyes

In my early teens, right around the time I started the 8th grade, I began having what was to become a (so far) lifelong re-occurring dream. In the dream I am terrified, running as fast as my legs will carry me because I am being pursued by a giant, faceless predator who, regardless of how fast I am moving, is always … Keep Reading…

I don’t like lists. Truth be told, lists stress me out, I get sweaty palms trying to put one thing ahead/behind another whether it be movies or brands of coffee. Plus it takes me for bloody ever cause I second guess myself like the fate of all the world’s cutest baby kittens is resting on my shoulders. So I’m not gonna … Keep Reading…